Come play in the feel-dings of the awed!
Authentic immedia, straight from the horse’s mouth, hooves firmly on the ground, eyes to the cantering skies. Outdoor performances striving to mimic nature’s spontaneity, making fire from the wind’s applause and cheers from the cheeps of birds. The reappropriation of the taken-for-granted in the service of wonder: a ruler can measure, or a ruler can sing. (That thing is a who, so who is that thing?) Flow-jamming with the ever-happening. The lyrical writing of light on moving water. Emotions groan in-sighed the garden. Outside in-pourings cast in sunshine-bronze and touched up with musical fingers. Organic chasms opening and closing like the mouth of a fish made of paint swimming through a forest of art (blowing observatory bubbles) the choral rustle of each wind-tickled masterpiece dissected without breaking the skin. The skin rippling like the surface of a river, dripping bones like candles made of shifting pebbles, the eyes a hologram, the brain run away down slick nerve streets to party at the edge of time. A palpable symphony of ultra-sensual celebration…
( ( ( ((( JoyInUs! ))) ) ) )
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